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St. Georgia and the Dragoon	By : Tigerrr Category: M through R > Patriot, The Views: 3194 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I�m not sure
what Bordon�s first name is supposed to be, so I made something up. If anyone can tell me what his real name is,
please let me know so I can correct it.

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Georgia
put her plan into action a week later, when her aching backside had healed
enough that she was able to actually sit down.
She still had possession of his
pants and the shirt she had swiped from his tent and managed to steal a spare
vest from Bordon, as well as a hat and uniform coat from a careless young
Dragoon who had left his things hanging from a tree branch. Thanking her lucky stars that the colonel was
apparently still so angry with her that he didn�t even want to lay his eyes
upon her, she crept out of the tent she shared with her sister and out to the
horse lines where she picked out a rather placid-looking gelding. She hadn�t been able to steal a saddle or
saddle blanket, but knew how to ride bareback so that didn�t present any
problems�she led the horse over to a convenient tree stump and climbed on,
passing the sentries on guard duty and acknowledging them with a nod.

Urging the horse to a
trot, she tried to remember which direction they had come � over the course of
weeks the British army had moved a few times, so she retraced their steps. Sure is
a lot easier and faster on horseback, she thought with a grin. Now I
can get my stuff and leave that asshole behind forever. Her smile slipped off of her face slowly as
she remembered the vivid dreams she�d been having lately about �that
asshole.� She had woken more than once
with the almost overpowering need to find him and make the dreams sweet
reality. He infuriated her to no end,
that was true; but lately there seemed to be something in the way he looked at
her, a hidden promise lurking in those gorgeous eyes�the slight quirk of the
corners of his sensually-curved mouth when she talked back to him.

The thing was, how could a man who committed such brutal
acts truly care for anything? And could she care for him, beyond the
intense physical attraction? On the
outside, he was every woman�s dream � she�d never seen a more beautiful man and
doubted she ever would � but a rattlesnake had better manners as well as a
sweeter disposition. She had a decided
penchant for �Bad Boys,� but it never turned out well (Eric absconding with all
her money being only the latest example) for anyone involved, because her �Save
Him From Himself� instinct would kick in, and William Tavington would win the
�fixer upper� grand prize. Why should
she go through all that misery again for a man who just recently started looking at her as if she were a particularly
creamy �clair and he was on a diet? It
would most likely be the most mind-blowing sex she�d ever have and completely
ruin her for other men, but it would only be trouble in the end.

She recognized the large area of pasture that had been their
last camp and smiled, that much closer to her goal. It was nearing midday when she reached her
destination and she began to sing to herself; softly at first, then more loudly
when she didn�t see anyone else around who might be a threat to her. George was belting out Celine Dion�s �My
Heart Will Go On� � complete with the requisite chest-thumping action � as she
scanned the roadside for the exact place she had emerged from the forest,
completely unaware of the two riders behind her watching every move she made.

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�Don�t you think we should let her know we�re following her,
sir?� Bordon asked his commander curiously.

Tavington wore a slight smile on his face as he watched the
woman in front of them pounding her chest with a fist, nearly unseating
herself. �Far be it from me to disrupt
such an impassioned musical performance � she certainly is odd, isn�t she, Bordon? I
suppose we�ll need to thank her sister for informing us of her�journey�so
quickly.� He glanced over at the captain
in time to see the other man smooth a hand over his uniform nervously and
correctly divined the reason for the unconscious reaction. He lifted a corner of his mouth when Bordon
glanced over. �I believe Wilkins has
been courting Miss Peyton�totally unsuitable, of course. We might have to do something about that,
yes?�

Bordon reddened and smoothed a nonexistent wrinkle out of
his sleeve. �Perhaps, sir. But�the fact remains that they are both, ahh, mad.�

�Yes, unfortunately that seems to be true. We can only hope that once Georgia finds what she believes
will plead her case and comes to the realization that she is not from wherever she says she�s from,
this will communicate itself to her sister as well. With any luck, their peculiar madness will
lose its grip. What is she doing?� Tavington asked as, ahead of them, the faux-Dragoon
began moving her arms in a strange fashion whilst chanting something that
sounded like �Why em see yay�. I�ll never understand that woman, he
thought, shaking his head.

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At last, George thought she saw something familiar and slid
off of the horses back with a relieved sigh, rubbing her sore backside. Pulling the �borrowed� helmet off, she hung
it on a nearby branch after tying the reins on it, then she walked into the
forest to look for her things. She had
na�vely thought that it would take roughly ten minutes for her to find her only
proof of belonging to a different century, and when her search was in its
second hour she began to panic. Slow,
measured steps became a wild rush and she scrabbled frantically in piles of
leaves, desperately seeking her lost possessions. Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she
finally slumped in defeat against a rotting tree trunk. �I�ll never get home,� she whispered to
herself despairingly. Sliding down the
tree to collapse in a pile of leaves, she put her head in her hands and wept.

The sharp sound of a snapping twig when weight is put upon
it effectively jerked her out of her �pity party; and she froze in remembered
fear of what had happened to her last time.
This time there won�t be any
colonels around to come to the rescue, so you�ll have to save yourself, Georgia
Lee. The sound came again, closer this
time, and she leapt up to run. In her
headlong flight, her foot was snagged by an exposed tree root and she fell flat
on her face, wrenching her ankle painfully and slamming her nose against the
ground. �Whatever are you running from?�
Came the patronizing drawl that was the coup
de grace to her ego. This was
perfect, just perfect. She started to
snarl something back at him, but yelped in pain instead as he freed her foot
from the root and began to work her boot off to inspect the damage. �It�s generally good practice for one to
watch where one�s feet are placed,� Tavington commented airily.

George tried to push herself off of the ground and only
succeeded in rolling herself over onto her back, trying to ignore the sharp
pain in her ankle and nose. �Oh, I�m
bleeding,� was the first thing she could think of to say when she saw the
almost-concern in his face as he looked down on her. Tavington held a cloth to her face
immediately and she took it from him, ignoring his advice to tilt her head
back. Once the blood flow stopped (she
had to tilt her head back) she lowered her head and looked at him suspiciously,
suddenly aware of his arms supporting her.
�I�m fine now.� Batting away his
hands she stood cautiously and tried to will away the fresh pain in her ankle,
taking a few halting steps before crying out in pain� the colonel muttered an
oath and lifted her into his arms to carry her back to the road. �But, my things! I have to get them,� she
protested, wiggling in his arms.

�You don�t have to
do any such thing�now, not so loud. We
don�t want any colonials leaping out at us when I can�t get at my sword
easily,� he said sternly. She clamped
her mouth shut and clung to him � she wouldn�t put it past him to drop her �
while he strode to the waiting horses, carrying her easily. After balancing her
on the horse carefully, he mounted and took her into his arms again while
Bordon came up to them with a relieved expression on his face to greet
her. �Back to the old campsite I think,
Bordon,� he told the captain who nodded solemnly and mounted his horse. The way back was slow and George was grateful
that he didn�t try to jolt her unnecessarily � the abrupt lack of fear made the
adrenaline leave her system as quickly as it had entered it and she wilted in
his arms, suddenly exhausted�he lifted one arm to support her and she pressed
her forehead against the warm skin of his neck.
He felt warm, strong and, strangely enough, comforting and she quickly
dozed off against him.

She woke suddenly to feel hands on her leg and struggled
reflexively until she remembered where she was and who she was with. Propping herself up on her elbows, she looked
at the colonel, who knelt beside her legs wrapping a cloth soaked in cold water
around her swollen ankle carefully. �You
shouldn�t have run from us,� he reproved mildly as he tightened the cloth � it
made her gasp with pain even though he was clearly being as gentle as he could.

�I thought you were those�men,� George admitted with a blush
that he didn�t see; he was still securing the compress around her leg. �Were you following me the whole time?� she
continued in an annoyed tone to help offset her embarrassment.

She relaxed against the saddle pad that had been placed
behind her � by Bordon, she had no doubt � as he related how worried Cassandra
had been. �She rousted me out of a
meeting with the Lord General, thinking you had, as she put it, �run away.� Why did you go? Do you still think you�re from another time?�
He listened solemnly to her explanation, and Tavington shifted to sit beside
her. George�s words trailed off at the
sight of his profile, framed by the red and gold of the sunset. �Georgia, I believe that you believe that you�re from the future,
but why not let that be enough? Isn�t it
enough that you�re here now?� he
asked in such a plaintive tone that she couldn�t stop her hand from reaching
out to touch his cheek.

Her heart began to pound as he covered her hand with his own
� for once he wasn�t wearing gloves � and leaned into her touch, easing closer. Unconsciously she wet her lips with her
tongue and saw his eyes flick down to her mouth. �C-Colonel Tavington,� she stammered as he
took her hand from his face and held it in his own, stroking his thumb across
her palm.

�You may call me William, if you wish,� he said huskily,
sliding ever closer to her until she could feel the heat radiating from his
body. She licked her lips again, her eyes
drifting to his lips this time, and
felt short of breath when he slowly leaned forward, offering her a chance to
duck away�at this point, she wouldn�t have done so in a million years and her
eyelids fluttered closed in anticipation of his kiss when the spell was broken
by Bordon�s return. She could have
laughed at the captain�s embarrassed expression if she hadn�t been so irritated
at the interruption. Tav-no, William, was favoring his subordinate
with a piercing glare while she scooted away to a �safe� distance.

�Sorry, colonel,� Bordon mumbled, flushing and trying to
avoid the officer�s eyes. �The horses
are secured for the night, and a small complement of Infantry has been brought
to stand watch as you requested, sir.
They�they didn�t find anything in the woods either.� A look of relief at temporarily escaping his
commander�s wrath settled on his features when William leapt up to issue orders
to the small group of Redcoats that could be seen through the trees. �Miss Peyton was very relieved to know that
you were unharmed. Well, not precisely unharmed, but�well. She sends her
regards and told me what needed to be done for your ankle,� he told George,
still fidgeting nervously until she told him to relax and confirmed that
William had already done what was necessary to relieve most of the
swelling. George took the opportunity to
get to know him better, and found him to be a very affable and extremely polite
man. They talked about their families
and when his commander began walking back towards them, he surprised her by
leaning close to murmur something to her.
�Miss Hampstead � Colonel Tavington will most likely ask you something
tonight, or in the next few days�say yes.�
And with that, he straightened as William ducked back into the small
clearing and pretended not to notice as the other man looked at him curiously.

They ate food that had been brought back from the main
encampment, since it would be folly to alert any Rebels to their presence by
hunting and firing their pistols. George
ate thoughtfully, wondering just what Bordon had meant...surely he wouldn�t
propose marriage to her! No, she ruled that out immediately with a
snort that caused her to clap a hand over her sore nose and made William look
over at her inquiringly. �I�m fine,� she
said ruefully. Bordon wore a knowing
look on his face that made her long to slap the information right out of him �
she gave him a dirty look that only made him smile and go back to rubbing the
mud from his boots. The fire was built
up again and George submitted to the colonel�s ministrations once more as he
checked her ankle�she shivered from the feel of his fingers on her skin and he
looked up at her, a smile tugging at the corner of those kissable lips. I�m
feverish, that�s all there is to it.
I�ve caught some 18^th century virus and now all I want to do
is throw him into a hayloft and have my way with him. �It�s cold out here,� she explained,
lying through her teeth.

�Georgia,
may I�?� He shook his head. �No matter.
Take this,� he said, pulling off his uniform coat and handing it to her while
pressing her back to the ground gently.
Their faces were only inches apart as he leaned over her, and a strand
of his hair came loose from his queue to fall on her cheek. Reaching up slowly, she tucked it behind his
ear and looked up into his eyes, pursing her lips ever so slightly in
permission. He lowered his lips to hers
and kissed her with a sweetness that left her lightheaded � when he drew back
to look at her and gauge the success of his forwardness, she surprised him by
grasping him by the ears and hauling him back down to her.

Unfortunately right
before their mouths met a second time, Bordon was in full cock-blocking mode
and cleared his throat loudly as he came back by the fire, informing his
commander that he had brought blankets with him. He simply met the murderous glares leveled at
him with a slight smile, motioning to a spot on the far side of the fire. �I�ve set up a bed for you just there,
colonel.� He pointed and didn�t move
until his commander did, then set up George�s bed a short distance from
his. �You�ll thank me later,� he
whispered with a smile. George scowled
at him and rolled over on her side with her body humming with unfulfilled
desire � damn it! Hours later after tossing, turning, and unable
to get comfortable, she finally surrendered to the urge and began to crawl as
quietly as she could past Bordon. She
inched past trying not to breathe but when she glanced over, she saw that he
was wide awake, very amused, and looking right at her.

�Damn it!� she
hissed, pounding the ground in irritation.
Under the captain�s watchful gaze, she scooted back into her blankets
and hauled them up to the bridge of her nose, glaring at Bordon over them. He laughed softly and rolled back over to
sleep.

Morning came so suddenly for her that she swore that she had
just closed her eyes when William shook her shoulder gently. �Time to leave,� he informed her. �I�ll take you back on my mount; you�d just
fall asleep in the saddle if we left you on your own.� Indeed, she was asleep
against him the moment he turned the horse back onto the path, his arms coming
around her tightly. She was irritated
anew at being awakened again when they reached the camp, and at being the
center of the Dragoons� grinning attention when she was conveyed to
Cassandra. Her sister ran to her with a
cry of relief, embracing first her and then the two officers � William looked
startled, but Bordon turned a startling shade of pink and was out of the tent
like a shot. Cassandra turned to the
colonel for a full explanation of events and when he said, �I believe she�s
sprained her ankle,� the rest of the Dragoons erupted in hoots and cheers,
slapping their commander on the back jovially � he swiftly stopped the outburst
with a venomous glare and ordered the rest of them out of the tent.

He stayed to watch Cassandra tend to her, and lingered when
her sister left the tent in search of something that would serve as gauze
wrap. �Georgia,� he began, fiddling with
his plumed helmet.

She sat up. This was
it; she�d find out just what Bordon had been talking about. �Yes�William?� She found that she greatly enjoyed calling
him by his first name � it made them seem that much more intimate. After their kiss the previous night, she had
quite forgotten her previous misgivings and was more than ready to get to know
the handsome colonel better.

He swallowed and looked down at his boots, then up again at
her. �May I�court you?� he blurted.

George looked at him in disbelief. �Wasn�t that what you�ve been doing? Though I
can�t say that a girl is romanced by being publicly humiliated,� she said mockingly. He seemed to wilt slightly under her sarcasm
and she remembered the gossip she had heard regarding his set-downs at the
hands of Lord General Cornwallis�Colonel William Tavington was a proud man and
he wouldn�t have taken the oft-discussed dismissals well at all. She still thought he was impossible, but if
he actually was swallowing his pride and admitting his attraction to her by
asking this� she was loathe to add to
the destruction of his self-esteem in this way.

She was unaware of the time she had spent just looking at
him, thinking about this and not speaking when he dropped his head and turned
to leave. �No, William, wait,� she cried, and he turned back to
her, obviously looking as hopeful as he dared.
�Yes, you may, um, court
me. If I can have a kiss to seal the
deal?� she teased. His answering smile,
the first she had really seen, was like dawn breaking as he approached her.

William bent his head to kiss her when he stopped
suddenly. �Shite. That�s what Bordon was banging on about � how
did he know?� She silenced him by dragging his head down
and kissing him soundly until they both heard Cassandra�s shocked intake of
breath. George released him and pushed
him to the tent�s opening.

�Get out of here � your Dragoons have been shamefully
neglected and miss you terribly, I�m sure.�
She was pleased to note the foolish grin on his face as he took his
leave of them and turned to explain all to her incredulous sister. ��so I think Bordon was acting as a chaperone
or something,� she finished. �Isn�t
Wilkins with you?�

Cassandra frowned.
�No, we�re not seeing each other any more�apparently he thought I was
going back with James � Captain Bordon � and figured he�d pass the time with
Nancy Travis. In my bed, no less. We�re all
set up with the other officer�s wives now.�

�Oh, good heavens, Cassie! You�re after Bordon now? I suppose he�s
good looking enough, but�.desperate much?�

�Look who�s talking � the last time I checked, you couldn�t
stand Tavington. Now you�re dating�or
whatever. I certainly didn�t think that
shoving your tongue down his throat convinced him of your dislike,� Cassandra
sniffed. �Besides, James is a true
gentleman. You were right about sticking
to the men with accents.�

George laughed at her sister and lay back on the cot. Dreams of William Tavington made sleep
thoroughly enjoyable.
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